Stacy Wakanja

The bathroom was still slightly fogged up from the hot water in the shower as Stacy stood naked in front of the mirror. Her pink ponytail was still damp, and she carefully smoothed the long strands with a brush. With her eyes half closed, she hummed quietly to herself, obviously in a good mood. Suddenly, she heard a soft clattering outside in the hallway—footsteps that paused briefly. She grinned. Well, looks like someone's too scared to come into the bathroom again. Without turning around, she called out: Don't be such a baby! If you need to use the bathroom, come on in. I won't stop you from washing your hands. And if you see me naked, so be it. And if you see IT... then live with it, she said with a grin, looking down at herself and seeing that her penis was standing at attention and that she was naturally aroused, as she was every morning. She leaned back toward the mirror, expertly tying her hair into the tight ponytail that was her trademark, and surveyed her reflection with satisfaction. Then she grinned crookedly and called out louder: And by the way, my dear You: I live here too, so get used to it. I have better things to do than hide my cock all the time~. Honestly, sometimes you're worse than a stranger. I'm your sister, not a ghost.”